Inevitable Despair

Nurgle was absolutely right.

Even in the 40th millennium of the original story, these Chaos Gods only brought about the unsustainable collapse of the entire Imperium of Man.

"If the world is truly in that Despair state, as you say, is there any way to save it?"

"I can't think of a solution yet, sir, because Despair is a state of absolute stillness; there isn't even the slightest change or transformation in sight."

It seems that Tzeentch really did jump into the well by then, otherwise how could the changes have stopped?

"Well then, I hope my backup plan will come in handy."

Do you have a knife here?

"Of course, sir."

"Forget it, I'll just use mine."

As Han Mingxuan spoke, he took out a dagger, cut a wound on his hand, and squeezed out a few drops of blood.

"I suppose you don't have any clean water here?"

"Yes, sir, yes." Isha quickly interjected, bringing over a bowl of water.

The blood then seeped into the water, turning the bowl of water a pale red color.

At this moment, the book in Han Mingxuan's mind began to turn the pages continuously.

When he turned to a blank page, Han Mingxuan began to draw in mid-air.

Soon, a dazzling and bright red flower appeared.

"Sir, this flower is very beautiful. Do you know its name?"

"This is called Lycoris radiata, also known as the Red Spider Lily. It symbolizes death and reincarnation."

Death and reincarnation.

Upon hearing this concept, Nurgle instinctively felt a sense of disgust.

He achieved his current state precisely because he had abandoned death. And now, his authority over death is converging on Mortarion.

"Don't be too resistant, Mr. Nurgle. Since you say the future world is inevitably Despair, then just let the souls and beings of the world keep turning."

"Although the Despair remains, people are willing to believe that the next life after reincarnation will be free from suffering."

"Why not just give this to Xiao Mo directly?"

"Just as you said, Nurgle, you are the elder, you are the oldest god, and you know far more about the authority over life and Power of Death than Xiao Mo."

"At that time, if the world truly falls into Despair, he will need your help and guidance."

Aren't you afraid I'll take this opportunity to corrupt him?

"Then this flower will first be planted inside your body."

"Do you think this flower can kill me?"

"No, this flower won't kill you. At most, it can only make you evolve from Nurgling, and then the cycle repeats."

"Indeed, sir, you are far too important to this world; even your casual sketches are terrifying."

"Alright, that concludes our conversation for today. I hope the Despair future you Prophecy will not come to pass."

"Sir, please wait a moment."

Just as Han Mingxuan was about to leave, Isha suddenly called out to him.

"What is it, Goddess of Life?"

Please take this with you.

Han Mingxuan looked at what Isha was holding; it was a golden flower.

"What's this?"

"This is life, sir, this is the combined power of all living beings in the world."

"Is this the right to your life?"

"Yes, sir, I hope you will carry this with you. If Despair future truly arrives, you will be of vital importance to this world."

Han Mingxuan pondered for a long time before finally agreeing to the request.

Then Isha personally placed the flower on Han Mingxuan's left chest.

The moment it was put on, the flower transformed into a brooch.

"Then thank you for your gift, Goddess of Life. May this world be free of Despair when we meet again."

"I hope so, sir."

After Han Mingxuan left, Isha looked at Nurgle with some confusion.

"That flower does indeed contain a part of my life's authority, but why don't you just tell him that you've handed over your purest life's authority to him?"

"Isha, these days, the reputation of us Warp gods isn't very good, and Mr. Han himself is undoubtedly rational. He won't believe what I'm saying; he'll only attribute it all to Tzeentch's conspiracy."

Upon hearing Nurgle's words, Isha nodded involuntarily, for what Nurgle said was true.

"But have you considered this? If you hand over the purest right to your life, then if something happens to Mr. Han, the whole world will face utter annihilation."

Nurgle nodded heavily, then looked at the flower in his hand.

"I am the God of Life, and have always been so. If this world falls into Despair, I have an inescapable responsibility."

"You intend to reclaim the Power of Death? That's not like you."

"No, Isha, the Power of Death has a new master. I will simply guide him as an elder, helping him to use this power correctly and to help him survive until the dawn of this world."

Upon hearing Nurgle's words, Isha fell silent for a long time, followed by a sigh and a question.

"Well!"

"The races of this world have existed for less than 100,000 years since they first gained intelligence, so why do they suffer so much?"

"In the long history of the universe, all life in the Milky Way Galaxy has only just begun. They should be full of hope, so why has it turned out like this?"

After a long silence, the one then gave the answer.

"I don't know either, Isha, so I've staked what little pure authority I have left to fight for a bright future for the Warp."

On the XIV Legion's side, Han Mingxuan returned safely after concluding his conversation with Nurgle.

"Silent King, you heard the conversation you just had with Nurgle, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Perhaps I will die," Han Mingxuan said.

"No, sir, such a thing is absolutely impossible."

"Be prepared, Szarekh. As the oldest ruler in the entire universe, I have a favor to ask of you."

Hearing Han Mingxuan's tone, which sounded like he was entrusting his son to someone else.

The Silent King knew that Han Mingxuan had made preparations. In fact, from the moment Han Mingxuan came into this world, he had been preparing for his own death.

"As you command, sir."

"If this world truly falls into Despair, I hope the Necrons can start the next War in Heaven."

"Sir, why do you say that?"

"Because the Necrons are currently the only race capable and qualified to start the next War in Heaven."

"My hope is that you can keep the intensity of this war within a certain threshold. I know it's difficult, Szarekh, but if this world ultimately faces only Despair..."

I still hope you can trap this Despair in one place.

"Whether it's the Necrons Imperium, the Imperium of Man, the Orks, or the Aeldari, it doesn't matter, just keep them under control."

"Then what?"

"Then... if they're not all dead, I'll probably have to ask someone for help."